A chuckle at that, "I'm pretty sure you came out on top that last round." he said, setting his book aside and coming over to the desk. No reason not to do it now. He pulled some blank paper from one of the top holes in the wall, grabbed a quill and shooed her out of the chair so that he could write out the key for her.

His English text was stiff and all in capitals but the Wraith, for obvious reasons, flowed better over the paper.

But it wasn't just an alphabet, there were several characters that meant certain things, shorthand instead of spelling them out. Like "Queen", "Hive", "Atlantis" and a few others.

By the time he was finished, his fingers were stained black with the ink.